Who: Laurel and Oliver Where: His doorway. What: Rash decision to something she learned about. When: Now. Rating: High. Open: No!
Oliver's the Hood, once Tommy said those words, it all started to fall into place. Everyone said he was obsessed with her, but it wasn't the Hood, it was Oliver. He had said once that he just wanted her to be safe, happy, what a fool she had been to not see all the clues. How else would the Hood know things, plus when the assassin was after her client and then Laurel, he was there. He had saved her so many times, Oliver had.
She had spent the morning processing this, but now she needed to do something, confront him? Yes, that's it. She left her room determine in just doing that. Laurel wasn't sure where he would be. But she would find him, some time today. She went to his room, knocked loudly on his door, she was trying to decide what to say, what to do. Laurel was mad at him, Tommy too, but she got it. She got him and why understood why he had done the things he's done.
When he came to the door after she knock once more, she looked up at him, eyes widen. Her mouth open to talk, but what could she say? There was nothing to say, so she stepped into his space, hand touch the shirt where his heart was and she clutched it, Laurel stretch up on her toes and wrap her hand around his neck to kiss him fervently.